{DaytonWinston} <why not?>
To most people, starting school again after missing a year and a half would be nerve-raking. To me, this was a piece of cake. There's nothing you need to worry about when you're the most feared / popular guys there. In my opinion, school is a waste of time and hassle. Like honestly, who is going to need to know what '2x+16y divided by 3' is in life? No one. There is one thing I am looking forward to at school however, and that is seeing my dearest friend, Rosalie Carter.
My relationship with Rosalie is what most people would consider a 'love-hate' relationship, but I promise you, there is no 'love' in whatever you call this. There is only one person I truly love in this world and it's definitely not Rosalie Carter. When I left school in the middle of sophomore year, Rosalie was beginning to turn into a girl that was constantly getting the both of us detention. Such a flirty girl.
Arriving at Hillside High School, I parked my 2015 solid black Camaro next to a beautiful white Maserati. I opened my door and inspected the car next to mine carefully and decided that I would find out who owned it later. As soon as I walked through the doors, everything stopped. The talking, laughing, everything, completely stopped.
The only sound I heard was the closing of a locker door. On instinct, I turned my head towards the cause of the sound. When my eyes locked on those of Kacie Morales and Raicelynn Preston, I automatically knew who caused the ruckus. I walked up behind the slightly shorter girl due to her heeled boots and spoke,
"Rosalie Carter, what a surprise to see you hear." She immediately froze, then slowly turned herself towards me and spoke wittingly.
"Why if it isn't THE bad ass himself, Dayton Winston. Finally got daddy to buy your way back into school?"
ouch
"At least I still have my 'daddy' to do that for me." Okay that was pretty rude of me. I expected her to start crying or even slap me, but neither one of those outcomes occurred. She just rolled her eyes and walked away. Oh hell no. No one rolls their eyes at me, I don't care who it is. I walked to the office and everyone stopped and stared at me. I moved up to the front desk and came face-to-face with Mrs. Rhonda. Mrs. Rhonda always loved me, well she was kind of forced to.
"I need you to match my schedule with Rosalie Carter's."
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The day seemed to drag on slower and slower by each hour. Rosalie had successfully avoided me for the past four hours, but this hour, there was no escaping me. I walked into the gym with a slight smirk on my face thinking of all of the things I had in mind to mess with her.
"Dude you look like a psychopath that's plannin' someones death." Jacob told me with a slight smile. Jacob was apart of my group, so I didn't get mad at him for telling me something like that.
"Nah bruh, I'm just thinking of ways to mess with Rosalie this hour." I responded to him. Soon after I told him that, the rest of our group joined us.
The sound of the gym doors opening pulled my attention away from my conversation with the boys. In walked the one and only Rosalie Jane Carter. A smirk appeared on my face as I watched her eyes make contact with mine. Oh this should be fun.
As Rosalie made her way out of the girl's locker room, her eyes never left mine. Gosh her eyes were pretty. WAIT... WHAT? Why in heaven's name would I even think that? I am Dayton Alexander Winston! I do NOT in any way or shape or form feel any attraction to people not worth my attention, and Rosalie Carter was NOT worth my attention.
The sound of the whistle drug me out of my scolding thoughts. Coach Davis informed us we were going to play volleyball all month this month, then started to appoint two people as team captain.
"Uh..for team one, Dayton Winston." Big surprise, not.
"And for team two, Valarie Sanchez." Valarie Sanchez was one of the school's biggest whores and one of my many 'bed-buddies' as I like to call them.
" Alright captains, I want each of you to pick someone to be on your team. One at a time! Dayton you pick first." Coach Davis explained.
I scanned my eyes along the many people that surrounded Valarie and I.
"Blayke." I said after I finally got tired of looking around at all of the desperate girls wearing their way-to-tight shirts and extreme booty shorts trying desperately to get my attention.
"Chelsea." Valarie stated after what seemed like two hours.
"Cameron."
"Rosalie." This made my turn my head towards Valarie and found her smiling at Rosalie and Rosalie smiling back at Valarie. WHAT? The last time I saw those two together, they wanted to kill each other. Wow! a lot has changed.
"Kacie" I looked at Rosalie and smirked. 'Yeah bitch I took your best friend' is what I thought about telling her, but what against it. The selecting of team members went on for about another five minutes, until everyone had a team. Everyone got into positions and I let Valarie serve first. The round went on for a while until someone from Valarie's side hit the ball twice. It was my serve now.
I took the ball and positioned myself. I had a target, and that target I wanted to get. I pulled back my arm, the slammed it against the ball, sending it flying towards my target. 'Smack' was the sound I heard when the volleyball came in direct contact with Rosalie's temple. She immediately fell down due to the force of the contact and probably the pain as well. I expected, as well as everyone else, that she was going to get up and beat my ass, or at least try to, for doing that but but she didn't move. Her body remained still, bundled in a mess on the gym floor with her face covered. Kacie and a few others rushed over to her, since she wasn't moving, not even crying. The smirk on my face disappeared when Kacie moved Rosalie's hands from her face and her eyes were closed with a trail of blood dripping from her temple.
"Help! She's unconscious!" I heard someone yell. I didn't listen to what else happened, I just ran over to her, picked her up and ran her to the nurses station. She was going to skin my ass when she comes to.
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